I've been afraid of closing the door to enter the hallway
Can I leave the door cracked so I could still hear the music?
soft in the distance behind me
let it echo thru me
perhaps
leave me in the room
but please
keep the door open
so the light can seep thru
keeping me out of the darkness

sometimes i still feel you whirling around inside the air I breath
your energy lingers
like a ghost
not here in person
but in spirit

You killed me
and I somehow blame the moon and the stars
not you
pain is universal
there is no originality in heartbreak
in death
in trauma
You killed me yet somehow
all I can do
is blame the moon and the stars

I am not the same person tonight
As I was this morning
Time moves slowly for me
The hours drag on
A constant sense of boredom consumes me
I watch the hours go by as I feel my white blood cells turned to red
Don’t take this the wrong way
For life does not bore me
I’m curious
Passionate
I love and I hate
I’m simply referring to the neutral state between human antics
I’m referring  to the constant void that is my consciousness
I’m unfamiliar with the definition of contentment
Satisfaction is a boredom induced daydream how could I ever expect to sustain a satisfaction when within the 24 hours of the day
I am 24 different people

the convenience about being
a magical women is that
I can be gone
just as quickly as I came
and if im still here
there
i wont wont be for far too long